I've been enjoying a brief blogging break; taking time off to give my injured right arm time to heal.
And in my free time doing nothing much more than waiting for Spring to arrive.
For it's still not here, it's still too cold, and it's going to snow tonight,
Which makes me wish I was in Scotland, where even in the moody highlands my family tells me, the crocuses are blooming.
Lordy. What a difference a day makes. One moment the press gallery hacks in Ottawa were in a feverish state of arousal.
They thought the fake scandal, the one they had manufactured out of a flimsy anonymous sourced story in the Globe and Mail, and blown up like a balloon until they were blue in the face, was about to destroy Justin Trudeau.
They thought the justice committee hearings would finish him off, please their corporate masters, and maybe even save their jobs.
But then, as you know, along came Michael Wernick...
I was incredibly impressed by Michael Wernick when he appeared before the Justice Committee for three big reasons.
One, he blew the fake scandal right out of the water.
Two, he said the original Robert Fife story in the Globe, upon which the whole hollow scandal was constructed, "contains errors, unfounded speculation and, in some cases, is simply defamatory."
Which was music to my ears.
And three, he issued a grim warning.
